Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

So I was lurking in the russiamerica livejournal community when I discovered their discussion on how the relationship would be different if one or both were female. My mind instantly exploding with way too many ideas. So this is basically going to be a collection of Fem!America and/or Fem!Russia. Which means the ficlits are typically going to center around Russia and America and may be gen, het, or shoujo ai.

So, here's my first Fem!Russia and Fem!America, aka Vanya and Ally.

Posh Party

Warnings: Fem!Russia, Fem!America, shoujo ai

People, of all ages and shapes between the degrees of rich and having more than a million people could ever need, clustered and chatted in the brightly lit room that was once for dancing.

Russia surveyed the room, picking out nations among the people. Finally she spotted her target leaning against the far wall.

America looked beautiful in her simple black dress that held close to the curves of her torso, kept on by nothing more than an excellent fitting, and hung loosely just above her knees. Russia imagined it was the kind of dress that the skirt would lift when America spun. Most of the dresses the blonde bought were like that just to give her the childish pleasure of a spinning skirt.

Russia liked to think she coordinated with America well, even if their last conversation ended with America pouting instead of talking of dresses. Her dress was white, the neck ruffled and dipping low to show cleavage and the silky material hugged her hips and thighs.

Ukraine's scarf was safely at home. Russia refused to risk her sister's gift after she was doused with alcohol during one America and Cuba's arguments.

Next to America and almost leaning over her, was her date. A rich man that Russia had not bothered to learn the name of during their last fight.

Instantly, she disliked him.

Russia hated those who lived in a world of money and saw everything for their use.

Including her America.

America who smiled sweetly at the man in the expensive suit and who made her giggle at stories.

America who never noticed when someone was too interested and staring at her breasts.

Russia tightened her grip around her pipe and stalked over to America. "Ally."

America's entire focus turned to her and for a moment, the guy she had been talking to didn't exist. Her bright blue eyes betrayed her adoration. "Vanya." She smiled with a smugness that would have annoyed Russia if it had not flattered her more.

Russia could not be angry at her for the flirting, not when she knew America did not always understand the attention she provoked. "Would you go get me a drink? I am parched and Nataliya is stalking refreshments."

"Sending me off to face the dragon. You are so sweet." America laughed. "Do I even have to ask what you want to drink?"

"I think you know me well enough."

She rolled her eyes. "It's almost always the same."

Russia opened her mouth to retort but the business man interrupted her.

"Should I go with you?"

America blinked and then looked at him. "Nah. I can survive Belarus. Oh! What would you like?"

He named an expensive wine and America's eyes practically glazed over. Russia smirked; he was not impressing America and she would be more than a bit disgusted if Russia told her how much a bottle of that wine would cost.

"Alright then." America pivot turned and marched off towards the refreshments. Russia could almost hear the dirty cadence going through her mind.

Russia shifted her gaze from America—a difficult fete considering how her tight dress accentuated all her curves—to her rather pathetic rival, who was now staring at her breasts. Russia forced his attention up with a sharp thrust of her pipe.

While Russia did not hear the crack she was half-hoping for, the pervert's pained gasp and panicked eyes were almost as good. "One should be careful where his eyes wander, my friend."

He stepped back, hands twitching at his side as color blossomed on his chin. He stood up straight, trying to intimidate. Russia giggled; she had seen and felt wars in ways mortals could not and he hoped to intimidate her? "My lawyers—"

"Would be very confused if you tried explaining why you wanted to sue the Russian Federation."

He glared. "I—"

Russia tapped his chest with the faucet. "Will be a good little boy and find a girl who is not taken, da?"

He blinked and Russia put enough force on the pipe to shove him pack without causing much more than a bruise. Survival instincts took over and he fled.

America appeared at her side and Russia smiled.

"You know, anyone else and I would bust their jaw for that." America handed her a glass of vodka and sipped her own bright pink martini. She had not brought the man's wine.

Russia nodded.

"Will you just agree to be my date next time?" America asked, not hiding her exasperation.

Russia tilted her glass and gulped down the vodka. "Maybe."

She needed something to amuse her at these parties after all.

Mini-Omake

"So what is it like having a sister like that to defend? Must have to beat boys off with sticks."

Canada flinched, remembering trying only to get beat up himself and then America beating the shit out of his attackers. "Now adays, I just tell them who she is dating."

Hopefully you enjoyed this! Please tell me your thoughts and give me ideas...or maybe not *looks at what should be calc notes and instead finds Russia/America idea* You know what, give them anyways. Who needs calc?